There was once a time when I thought life is perfect. Turns out, life's not perfect. It broke my heart, as a child to find this out. I thought I was free. I thought that nothing bad ever happens. But then I grew up. I was once a little girl who could get away with things. Not the kind of things, like stealing, and all, but the kind where you know there's good in the world. Yes, I knew about burglars, and that people die. Although, I never thought about what those burglars would do, and how those people died. No, I never gave it much thought, for I was only a child. Nothing special there, right? Wrong. A child is everything. They know nothing of the real world. They have their own, safe haven. Some say they are just silly. Others could think of it as imagination. I say it could be both. I wish to be that little girl again. Everything was so simple. It's like, the worst fight you could have with a friend, was not whether someone was stealing the other person's boyfriend. No, it was about who was taking the other person's crayons. Or race cars, or dolls. Yes, being a child was anything, but horrific. It was no where near being a grown-up. Back then, everyone thought people had cooties. We would give our friends cootie-shots with our fingers. Now, we get shots for other things. Things much more serious, and we don't get them by finger, nor do we get them from our friends. Now we must go see a doctor, and have a giant needle stuck into our arms. Yes, things were simple. You see, I often miss that little girl. Her heart was unbroken. It was certainly not the way it is now. Well, anyway, it makes me feel better to be writhing this. It's nice of you to be reading it, too. I have never told anyone. I suppose I was scared. Hmm... We're all scared. Aren't we?
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